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Jealousy Jealousy

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Based on the song "Jealousy Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo.

PART 2 : Scars

PART 3 : I chose you

Warnings: insecurities, angst, sad, small fluff, reader loses her friend because of a new girl named Natasha (sorry if that's your name), unrequited love, mention of death and sacrificing yourself for Humanity's sake. Sad angsty ending but I'll do a part 2 if you want.

Reader insert, no reference to reader's body so it can be seen as female, gender neutral and male reader

"All your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you"

“Y/n?”

“Earth to Y/n?”

“Y/NNNN!” Hange yelled, pulling you out of your daydream.

“Sh!t sorry. I zoned out, again.” You explained yourself, trying to look anywhere but in your friend’s eyes.

“It’s what you’ve been doing this whole week. Just ask him out already!” She whisper-yelled.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You replied stubbornly.

“C’mon Y/n, you’ve liked him since you first met him! If you don’t tell him how you feel now, you may never get the chance to!” Petra added.

“Thanks a lot you guys…” You said, slumping back in your seat lazily. How were you supposed to tell him, your Captain, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, The Levi Ackerman, you were in love with him and had been for years now. You’d probably just make it weird and ruin your friendship with him, because no way in hell did he reciprocate your feelings.

“You know what? If you’re not going to tell him, I will!” Hange said resolute and determined to end your suffering. She had been your best friend since you’d graduated from being simple Cadets and knew better than anyone how much you were actually worth though also how much you thought lowly of yourself because of your insecurities and negative thoughts.

“WHAT?! NO!” You didn’t notice you’d raised your voice until you realized everyone was staring at you.

Your face became beet red as you waved it off with a small “Don’t worry, everything’s fine. We’re all fine.” Successfully getting everyone to go back to what they were previously doing.

“I wasn’t lying before, I’ll tell him if you don’t.” She went back to whispering, drawing your attention back to the stressful topic.

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll tell him! I just, need to get us a moment together, the perfect moment. I’ll think about it tomorrow, when I go to my parents’ house.”

Your friends, including Mike, Oluo, Eld and Gunther, high-fived each other victoriously, but were quick to act nonchalant as soon as they saw their Captain approaching you.

“What’s happening? I heard some commotion coming from here just minutes ago.” He asked, eyeing you all with his usual scowl.

Suddenly, your shoes became a very interesting view as Hange quickly answered: “Don’t worry Captain. Nothing happened! Y/n here was just…telling us about a few hand-to-hand combat techniques and discussing them with the team.”

He glanced at your petrified form questioningly, but swiftly came to the decision it was not an important matter.

“Anyways, I wanted to tell you, tomorrow a new member will be joining the Levi Squad, I want you all to welcome her but most importantly make sure to get along with her.” He continued.

You and the rest of the team stared at each other with a shocked expression on your face, though Petra was the first to speak up: “You referred to the new member with a her, so I suppose she’s a girl. Who is she?”

“Yeah, and when will we meet her?” Eld chimed in.

“Her name is Natasha and you’ll all meet her tomorrow morning at training, the rest, you can ask her for yourself.” He answered before retreating back to his office to finish writing the last papers before going to bed.

“Well, that’s new…” Eld said.

“Who even is she? I mean, she must be great with her skills and everything if Levi accepted her in our team.” Oluo said.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. You don’t know anything about this, do you Hange?” Gunther sighed, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.

“I’m just as surprised as you are. How about you Mike?” The scientist returned the question to the silent blonde.

“Don’t look at me! I know about this just as much as you do.” He raised his hands in the air defensively.

“So she’s suddenly joining the team, nobody knows about her and Levi promptly refuses to tell us anything. She sure was able to become the center of attention before even coming.” Erd said.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Hange questioned you.

You had zoned out again…This Natasha girl sounded quite mysterious, but most of all, you weren’t accustomed to Levi’s eyes subtly lighting up when he talked about someone.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry. I’m just tired, that’s all. In fact, I think I’mma head to bed, anybody coming with?” You got up from your seat lazily.

“Nah. I still have a few hours left to enjoy in me. See you in two days, right?” Gunther replied for everyone.

“Yeah.” You walked alone to your bedroom as unanswered questions swirled through your mind, mostly regarding Natasha and Levi. You pushed them down though, because they surely weren’t gonna ruin your free day with your parents.

The next day you woke up early and headed to town, where your parents owned a bakery. Your family’s apartment was right over it and you could still recall how much you used to help your parents when they were at work, sometimes getting scolded for not wanting to go to bed. You didn’t spend as much time there now, but Levi usually left you a few free days per month to visit your parents, and you sometimes also brought the rest of your team with you to have a hearty meal by the fireplace. 

As always, your parents were marveled to see you and the day flew by too quickly. In the blink o an eye, you were back at the Scout’s, going to bed earlier than usual because of the tiredness caused by all the riding.

The next day, you were woken up by a ray of sunshine seeping through your window and illuminating the room.

You saw your companion Petra soundly sleeping on the bed on the other side of the room, so you dressed yourself without making any noise and walked your way to the stables.

“Hello Grass Goblin!” You saluted your hooved friend smirking happily. Her real name was Lily, in honor of the beautiful flowers you put in her hair when you braided it, but you’d had her for so much time you had become besties to the point the nickname rolled off your tongue more naturally than her real name.

You brought your horse out for a ride, fed her and combed her hair into a beautiful braid with a few flowers tucked in between.

Before you’d realized, it wast time for you to go to training, which meant you’d finally get to meet this mysterious Natasha.

You were sure you had arrived on time, nonetheless, the moment you stepped into the training area you found your team, Levi and an unfamiliar blondie chatting loudly and carelessly, as if they had been friends since forever.

To say this whole situation weirded you out was an understatement: your teammates had taken days or even months to warm up to you, and if Levi talked to you now it was only thanks to the years of hard work and missions done for and with him. Nonetheless, they had become best friends with this new chick in what, a day and a half? From where you stood, you could also see Levi smiling. Okay, what? Like, you didn’t even think the word “smile” existed in his vocabulary and suddenly he was there, grinning ear to ear in the face of this new kid?!

You approached the laughing group in a matter of minutes with a weird: “Hey guys!”

The moment they saw you, they all shut up and stopped laughing, turning to look at their shoes or share strange looks with each other.

You shrugged it off: focusing on this situation wouldn’t bring you any good and you still had to figure out a way to talk to Levi about your feelings.

Levi spoke up: “So, for today’s training we’ll divide the team into pairs and do some exercises in the woods. Form the pairs and go grab your horses, we’ll meet there in 10. Oh, and Gunther, you’re coming with me.”

Gunther visibly slumped, shoulders dropping as he prepared himself mentally for hours of scoldings and glares from his Captain.

As soon as Levi was out of range, you hit Gunther lightly in the shoulder, telling him ironically: “C’mon man, wasn’t it your dream to work with the Levi Ackerman?”

“Yeah, until I actually started working with him! He scolds me so much I wouldn’t be surprised if he got angry with me because of my favorite color.”

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked him, heading to the stables once again.

“Blue, yours?”

“Don’t really have one. I like all bright colors equally, though it depends on the day.”

“You know what? I ain’t even gonna ask you questions. Learned my lesson over the years.” He laughed, departing to go get his horse.

Oluo and Erd had formed a pair, and you saw Petra chatting with Anastasia on the other side of the stables, so you went to ask her: “Hi Anastasia! Hi Petra! Would you like to be in pair with me for the exercises?”

“Sorry Y/n, I’m already with Anastasia and we can’t be in three…” She tried to explain herself.

“Because…?” What was up with her? Levi always let you form groups of three with another teammate whenever someone was missing.

“Because we can’t, okay? Stop asking dumb questions!” She basically hissed at you, annoyed.

Okay, what was happening? You’re away for what, a night and a couple of hours and they all hate you out of the blue? You watched as the two girls got on their horses, giggling like two teenage girls and rode off, not even bothering to wait for you.

A wave of sadness washed over you, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, yet you took all your strong will and pushed them back, not wanting to show the vulnerable side of you for idiotic situations like this. You had always been very emotional, and nobody before your team and Hange had ever gone out of their way to help you or talk to you. When you’d joined the Cadets you were pretty much of a loner, but Hange had managed to get you out of your shell and you’d learned how to make friends, eventually leading to you befriending the infamous ‘Levi Squad’.

However, you were probably overthinking it all, as usual. Your friends wouldn’t possibly leave you just like this, with no warning or reason whatsoever, right?

You headed to the woods’ entrance, were the rest of your team was awaiting you.

“So, are all the pairs formed?” Levi asked.

“Yeah” Everybody answered, except for you, though he didn’t notice it and went off to explain the exercises to everyone.

The training had been agonizingly long and painful and, as soon as sundown approached, you were all eager to get off your horses, eat something and skedaddle to bed as quickly as possible.

“Hey guys, how about we all have dinner together?” You suggested.

“Sorry Y/n, but me and Natasha wanted to eat together and then chat for a bit.” Petra apologized.

“No can do, me and the boys are going in town. Sorry.” Erd answered.

“Oh…Okay. That’s fine, it’s absolutely fine. I-I mean, it’s not like we don’t already see each other every day right?” You said awkwardly.

Petra offered you an apologetic smile and then went off with her new friend, the boys getting their horses to the stables.

You didn’t exactly know what you would do that night, but perhaps you could wait for Hange to finish her shift at the Lab and have dinner with her.

After hours spent wandering around the huge building, it was finally the time of the end of her shift, so you ran to her study eager to tell her about your day and hear about hers, as you did almost every night.

“Hangeeeee!!!” You exclaimed, barging into her room with a big smile plastered on your face, excitement etched all over your features.

“Hey Y/n!” She responded. There was something off about the way she was acting, and you’d noticed how she was way less happy to see you than usual, so you decided to investigate: “What’s up with you today?”

“Listen Y/n, I’m truly sorry. I know you’ve been waiting for me to finish this job for hours so we could eat together, but I already had something planned tonight and I really don’t want to miss it. You wouldn’t mind if we skipped today’s daily catch up, right?” She pleaded.

You were taken aback, what has happening? You’re absent for a day and suddenly nobody can eat or spend time with you?

“So…?” She asked again, seeing as you’d zoned out.

“Y-yeah yeah, ’s fine don’t worry.” You gave her a tight lipped smile, shutting the door behind you and going outside on a walk to clear your mind.

The next few days were spent like this, everyone seemingly avoiding your presence. Hange had started having more and more plans at dinner so you never actually got to talk, and the rest of your team were just ignoring you, making up fake excuses in order to not spend time with you. However, you’d noticed how they always regrouped with Natasha. One day, you decided you wanted to get to know this new girl, and with only good intentions in your heart, you approached her while she chatted with Petra and Hange. What you didn’t expect, however, was the side eye she gave you, chuckling under her breath and asking: “Who’re you?”

“I’m Y/n, one of your teammates.” You answered.

“Really? Didn’t think Levi would ever choose a comrade so ugly and annoying.” She continued, though facing your two ex-friends now: “C’mon girls. Have you ever seen her actually do anything? She spends all the training just drooling at our Captain.”

You looked at her in utter confusion, turning to your friends as Hange grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the pathetic blondie.

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” You hissed.

“Hey Y/n, calm down, you’re overreacting. I swear she’s nice, you just need to get used to her.”

“So what, you’re like defending her now?” You scoffed, not wanting to believe your best friend of a lifetime was turning against you.

“Why? Can’t I? She’s my friend.” Hange replied.

“You’re my friend too!” You spat back.

She didn’t say anything, so you took that as your cue to leave.

You locked yourself in your room and didn’t get out for hours, crying and sobbing because it suddenly felt like you were unwanted and unloved, just like the first time you’d come here.

You needed some fresh air, so you decided to head out for a ride with Lily. Just as you got out of the building, you heard some loud chatter and a faint smell of marshmallows coming from the other side of the building.

You followed the noise, realizing it came from the porch were you usually ate dinner around a fire with your friends, before the whole Natasha-thing happened.

You hid behind a pillar, recognizing all your friends’ voices, trying to recompose yourself in order to go see what all this was about without letting your troubled side show.

The first thing you saw were your friends in a circle, rounded around a fire, roasting marshmallow on wooden sticks. The next thing, though, is what hurt you the most: Natasha was sitting on a boy’s lap, kissing him passionately, her marshmallow long forgotten on the ground. As they separated themselves to catch their breath, giggling like high schoolers, you recognized your Captain and love of a lifetime as the one who was kissing her. He was looking at her so affectionately, completely focused on her and with a love sick look in his eyes you’d never seen him with.

Is this what your friends had been doing every night behind your back?

Tears streaming down your face, you stomped in the area, all your friends suddenly noticing your presence as the chatter ended in a matter of seconds.

Nobody dared to look at your fiery eyes, opting to look at the ground instead.

“What is this?” You broke the silence, venom in your words.

Hange was the first one to get up, trying to get your wrist like she always did when she wanted you to calm down. “Y/n please.”

“Oh don’t you Y/n me! You hung out together, leaving me out  for all this time, not even once thinking about asking me to join, when I’ve been inviting you to eat together every single day.” You said, words latched with anger.

“We can explain, please Y/n!” She pleaded you, but you slapped her hand off of you, repelled by her.

“No, we don’t need to explain ourselves to her, do we guys?” Natasha had rose up to her feet, facing you with a smug smirk.

“She’s right Y/n. Can’t we have other friends? Or do we have to spend every second of our lives with you?” Petra argued, going to stand by her new friend.

“Spend every…What the heck you guys? I’m away for one day and you all suddenly hate me?” You were trying as hard as you could to not let your emotions get in the way, but it was noticeable how your voice had cracked mid-sentence.

“We don’t hate you Y/n. We’re just tired…” Gunther answered lazily, not tearing his gaze away from his half burnt marshmallow.

“Of what Gunther? Tired of what?”

“Of you Y/n! Don’t you understand? They’re all sick of you trying to always be the center of attention, you’re useless and you act so childishly and god, you’re so damn emotional!” Natasha said.

You simply stared at them, tears pooling in your eyes and body trembling as your mind wasn’t able to register what was happening. All your greatest fears were coming to life: your friends had turned their back on you and hated you with all their guts. They’d eventually leave you and you’d become the same lonely loser you always had been.

“We’re sorry we had to break it to you this way, but she’s right, Y/n. We’re tired of you.” Erd finally spoke up, his voice lacking the usual warmth you once found comfort in.

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Your chest tightened, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. Their words rang in your ears, over and over again, slicing through you like a thousand tiny blades.

Your lips parted, but no words came out—just a sharp inhale, like a drowning person gasping for breath. Your fingers clenched into fists at your sides, trying to steady yourself, but it was pointless. The trembling wouldn’t stop.

Then, your eyes found him.

Levi stood there, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. He hadn't spoken, hadn’t even looked at you properly. But what shattered you completely was what he didn’t do—he didn’t defend you. Not once.

Because he didn’t care.

Not about you. Not like you had hoped.

Not like he did for her.

Natasha was standing close to him, too close, her hand brushing against his arm as she smirked at you, victorious. And Levi let it happen. He let her claim him, let her act like she belonged by his side.

A choked sob escaped before you could stop it. You felt the tears spill over, warm against your cheeks as your body moved on its own.

You ran.You pushed past them, ignoring Hange’s desperate call of your name, ignoring the sting of their words echoing in your mind.

Your feet carried you blindly through the hallways of the barracks, past flickering candlelight and empty corridors, until you reached the safety of your dorm.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow as the sobs wracked your body.

You had never felt more alone.

You had lost them.

And worst of all… you had lost him.

The next day you woke up with a throbbing headache, eyes puffy from all the crying and snot filling your nostrils.

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground, your heart heavy and tight. You could hear their voices outside your room—Levi and Natasha laughing, talking easily. Your stomach twisted.

The sound of it was enough to send you spiraling into a pit of self-doubt.

You’d spent so much time pushing those feelings down. Trying to convince yourself you were strong, that you weren’t someone to get lost in jealousy, but now, it was impossible to ignore.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shut out the thoughts that swirled in your mind. Natasha was everything you weren’t. Beautiful. Confident. Easy to talk to. And Levi... Levi always looked at her like she was perfect. You could see it, even when Natasha wasn’t around. It was the way he smiled when she walked into a room, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long.

He’d never look at you like that.

Your fingers ran through your hair, the weight of the realization sinking in. The truth you refused to see until now was clear. Levi would never love you the way he loved Natasha. He wouldn’t even have to think twice about it. Natasha had everything—beauty, grace, strength. All you had were scars, insecurities, and the weight of your own broken heart.

You’d never been able to see yourself the way Levi saw you, and now... now you didn’t know how to make him see you differently. You weren’t enough. You were never going to be enough.

Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror. Your reflection was a stranger—a girl who had tried so hard to fit in, to pretend she was something she wasn’t, to make herself worthy of the things she could never have. You weren’t Natasha. You’d never be Natasha.

Your fingers brushed the scars that marked your skin—physical reminders of all the things you’d lost, all the parts of yourself you could never get back.

And then there was Levi.

You knew you could never ask him to choose you over Natasha. Natasha was everything you weren’t. She had beauty that drew people in, confidence that made everyone love her. You didn’t have that. You were just... ordinary, bruised, broken.

"He doesn’t love me," you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible. "He loves her.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, and you hated yourself for feeling this way, for being so weak, for letting your insecurities get the best of you. But it was undeniable. Every time you saw the way Levi looked at Natasha, you couldn’t help but feel like you were competing with a version of yourself you could never reach.

Your heart felt like it was cracking. Maybe you’d fooled yourself into thinking he could love you.

Maybe he did, but he would always love Natasha more.

Your chest tightened, the tears starting to blur your vision. You wiped them away angrily.

No, you couldn’t be this girl. You couldn’t let jealousy take over. But the truth was clear now. Levi would never see you the way you wanted him to.

With an agonizingly slow pace, you got ready for today’s mission: you and the rest of the Levi Squad were going to head out of the Walls. You couldn’t leave now, not when the formation included you as a spotter for Titans, but perhaps you could free them of your presence after the mission.

You didn’t go to breakfast, stomach closed and eating having become only a small problem at the end of the list of the things you had to fix, or end, in this case.

With an empty look in your eyes, you headed to the stables, finding your teammates also getting ready for the mission.

They were silent, though for once, you didn’t want to break the silence. You started to realize how much it was valuable: it wasn’t something you needed to fill anymore, but something that filled you.

You sensed their apologetic looks, Natasha’s victorious smile and Levi’s usual cold yet troubled gaze, but you kept your eyes trained on the ground in front of you, or on the surrounding land once you were out of the walls.

As you were returning after a long day of scouting, a group of Titans approached you, running at an insane speed.

“They’re catching up on us!” Petra exclaimed, terror filling the senses of you all.

“What do we have to do Levi?” Natasha asked her new boyfriend.

“We have to keep riding, let’s hope we can reach the walls in time.” He replied.

“We’re never gonna make, they’re running way faster than usual!” Erd said.

“The Captain told us to keep riding, so shut up and do what you’ve been ordered to!” Gunther scolded you, putting everyone back in position.

Suddenly, the Walls came into view: you’d made it, you were going to live!

Your hope was quick to die however, as you looked back and saw the Titans at barely miles apart. They would have reached you before you could make it back.

You were all going to die! You had to do something!

You took a long breath, a peaceful smile appearing on your face.

“Why are you smiling? We’re going to die!” Petra asked you, worried.

“No you’re not. You’re not going to die today…” You’d made your decision, yet deep down, you’d always known. You loved your friends and cared about them too deeply to let them die at the hands of such monstrous creatures. Even though they had all been little sh!ts to you in the past few days, they were all the most loving and caring souls one could find inside the walls. Without looking back, they’d offered their lives, sacrificing their future for a greater good, in order to save Humanity, even though nobody was there to save them. They were skilled warriors and Humanity would already have been destroyed it it weren’t for their work. They were far more valuable than you were, and Humanity couldn’t lose them. You would rather have them and your parents alive but sad, than everybody dead because you didn’t have the courage to do what needed to be done.

“Just know that, I love you guys, and I’ll always carry you in my heart, no matter what you’ve done or said. Oh, and tell my parents I love them too, alright?” You continued your last speech, realization dawning over your friends as they looked back at you in horror.

Too late did they start yelling your name, for you’d already slowed down your horse to a walk, turning to face the group of beasts.

“Keep riding! She’s saving us! Don’t let her sacrifice be in vain.” Levi yelled, urging his horse and companions forward, closer to the walls and further from their friend.

You watched as they disappeared from your view, nothing but little black dots in a sea of green, a few tears trailing down your chin.

This was it, the end. If you’d known you would’ve died so soon, you probably would’ve hugged your parents tighter that day, but it was too late to regret your choices now. Your time had arrived, you may be forgotten, but you would have done your job to keep humanity safe for a bit longer. A determined look fell on your face, as you turned around to face the Titans. You were going to die, you were sure of it, but you sure as heck weren’t going down without a fight!

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Day 3 of requesting erwin smith fucking y/n dumb 👉👈

warnings: dubcon, overstimulation, daddy kink, rough smut, nsfw so sorry for the delay, anon

The wet sound of hips slamming against yours in rhythmic succession. His fat cock barely fitting inside your tiny hole struggling to accommodate him. His face buried in your neck, ruining your skin in bites and purple bruises that stung and hurt. His fingers dug bruises on your hips, your stomach. Your legs were wrapped around him, keeping him close to you, feeling him brush against that delicious spot over and over.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum tonight. There was a thunderstorm outside. There was a faint light coming from the streets outside and that was it. It was dark, warm, intimate, just the two of you for the next few hours. You buried your face in his hair, fisting your fingers at the roots, pulling on his golden sweaty locks. He was magnificent. He was perfect.

You dug your fingers in the fine muscles of his shoulders. You threw your head back and tried not to scream at how good he felt. He was reaching so deep effortlessly. His veiny arm slipped down between your legs to rub your clit and you were coming at the slightest touch. He rubbed and fucked you hard through your orgasm. Your body arched up off the bed, allowing him to hit that perfect spot over and over. Pretty eyes rolled to the back of your head and your small body shook beneath him.

Without letting you catch your breath, he propped your legs to his shoulders, folded your body in half, and thrust in. You screamed. Pretty face twisted in pain and pleasure as he reached deep. Cockhead prodding your cervix. Beautiful tears run down your cheeks. He slammed a hand to your lips, shutting you up. You shut your eyes and took it like a good girl.

"Are you gonna cum again for daddy?" He leaned down, bringing your knees to your shoulders, kissing your lips, swallowing your shouts. He licked your tears off your cheeks, your eyelashes, watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slapped your cheek, bringing you back to reality. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, little girl. Can't pass out on me just yet. I'm not finished with you," he shoved your hand between your bodies to your cunt "Touch yourself and cum for daddy like a good girl."

You sobbed from the overstimulation. Your cunt felt raw and your muscles felt sore from how much he'd folded your body, moulding you to his will like a boneless ragdoll.

It felt so fucking good to be used like this. His helpless little girl, unable to do anything but what he asked. His to use.

Shaky fingers worked on your clit, and he fucked you even harder, hitting against you cervix, knocking out another scream from your hoarse throat and you came so hard. Your body arched for him again, pretty cunt squeezed him so tight, you threw your head back, shut your eyes tight. Your body shook and he groaned, shooting his cum deep inside your cunt, filling you to the brim.

He kissed you, flipped you over so that you were lying on top of him, cock still hard inside of you. He cupped your face, brushing your sweaty hair back, kissing your salty lips and cheeks. Your body was still shaking. He gave you a minute to come down, stared down at you in adoration.

He kissed your forehead, running his calloused hands all over your back, your waist, your hips, your arms.

"My sweet little girl," he spoke against your hair. Strong arms settled on your ass, beginning to move you up and down his cock with slow movements.

"No, daddy, please, too much, I-" you gasped. You pulled yourself off his chest. Your legs closed around him but he only pushed them further apart and pulled you back down to crush against his chest again.

"No such thing for my pretty little girl, is there?" He spoke in your ear. He caught your hair, pulling you up to face him, kissing you when he bent his knees and thrust up into you. You mewled, tried to push your hands against his chest, but he caught them and trapped them behind your back. "Behave little girl," he smacked your ass hard enough to resound in the entire room and a sting spread through your whole body, making your cunt clench around his cock. "Otherwise you and I will be stuck here all night. How many more times do you think I can make you cum, hmm?"

You pressed your cheek against his chest, letting out a pretty sob in desperation. You didn't know if you wanted him to stop or let him fuck you till you were passing out.

Another smack came to that same spot on your eyes, making it sore, and red. You cried out.

"I asked you a question," his voice came strict and frustrated.

"F- Five... more times... daddy...?"

He smirked. You felt his fingers running across your body slowly, one hand still keeping your wrists bound behind your back. You were completely powerless against him. Powerless and limp and all his to use and ruin.

He kept you trapped down against him, bending his knees and setting up another ruthless pace.

"Since you asked so nicely."

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

Oops, Erwin’s birthday took on a life of its own. It went from a drabble of his first birthday without his father, and is now turning into a one-shot for him and Lozen running up to his death that goes full circle and everything is ok I’m ok you’re ok we’re all ok

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♡ overwatch: a new recruit - widow maker

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Fidelio

A Mafia AU fanfiction for Erwin Smith's lovers

Summary:

Niji has always viewed herself as boring and mediocre, with a body she labels to be hideous. She looks at life through the lens of a skeptic and has learned to trust as less people as possible. Living in an apartment left to her by her Grampa, all she wants is to find out what she wants. Her whole life changes when a beautiful man with hair like gold and a bleeding arm appears mysteriously in her bathroom, looking for a mutual friend. She tends to his wound while he tells her about his connection to her family. His sassy associate briefs her about what they do but it's all so mysterious for her. In the morning, they're gone. She hopes to move on and never see him again but fate has different plans. Soon, she finds herself thrown into a new life - the fast paced, crime filled life of Erwin Smith, CEO with a dark touch. His ragtag found family welcomes her as one of their own. But she loses him as quickly as she falls for him. And if anything can rescue Erwin, it's her love.

Follow the link:

[averysmolbear]

Only Two in the World

CW: This is just fluff. It is an Erwin x OC fic though so if OC fics aren't your thing, look away. The OC in question is transmasc (he/they) but I did heavily use he in the fic.

A/N: This was written for @erwinswings by request for my 25 followers event. The OC, Fox, is their creation and I'm happy that they trusted me enough to write a tiny little something for them using their OC.

“You want to help me cook?” Erwin looked over his shoulder at Fox with the faintest of smiles playing on his lips. It wasn’t that he didn’t think his husband would want to help; it was more that Erwin wasn’t making anything that would require too much prep work. Still he wasn’t going to deny Fox anything.

With slightly furrowed brows, Fox leaned on the counter beside his husband. “Isn’t that what I said?”

The blond man laughed softly and nodded, handing Fox the knife he had just been using to chop some vegetables. He knew better than to argue after all and he always enjoyed Fox’s company. Especially doing something as simple as making dinner together.

They fell into a comfortable silence, sharing soft glances as they each worked on prepping the food. Erwin became vaguely aware of music playing in the background and he softly laughed to himself, knowing it was his husband’s doing. As he prepared to get things cooking on the stove, Erwin set everything aside for a moment. He had, after all, a better idea for what they could be doing. Even if it was only for a moment.

Instead his hand moved to rest on the other man’s hip before he pulled Fox toward himself with a soft smile. He didn’t say anything – he didn’t have to – as he started to sway to the music. Fox fell into step with Erwin immediately, falling perfectly in sync with the one person in this sometimes completely fucked up world who made him feel safe and happy. Erwin leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lover’s lips as they swayed a while longer, enjoying a quiet moment where he and Fox got to feel the only two people in the world.

[yaziisa]

𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Karina Kraus (oc) Genre: Fluff Warnings:mentions of cigarettes + alcohol, smut, mentions of sexual abuse. Note: Hello, this story is based in a reddit post that i heard in this video.

Hange Zoe and Erwin Smith are about to get married and of course Levi was chosen to be the best man. Tired of always being asked about his love life and not wanting to be forced to interact with the bridesmaid he once rejected Levi decides to hire an escort to be his date. What he does not understand is why the gorgeous woman would text him wanting to go out again, and this time for free.

Prologue

Chapter 01 - coming soon

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

[sprouts-xreader-stories]

The Shelves Eternally Move, Pulled Around By Twisting Pathways Of Green Leaves.

“They’re very friendly,” the little plant creature explains with a grin, “and they’re magic! They write the story for you! Just whisper what you want, and they’ll write it up!”

Hello! Welcome to my writing blog. My name is Sprout. I am a [REDACTED] year old girl who more than likely has ADHD and autism. My main and only hyperfixation is Friday Night Funkin’, though I will write for any fandom requested.

Vivi (other mod) and her info!

I WILL DO: Platonic, Familial, Romantic, Fluff, Flirting, OC X Canon, Canon X Canon, Y/N X Canon, Y/N X OC

I WILL TRY: Angst. I’m not very good at it, but I can try. Breakups. Falls into Angst, but no matter.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of… Horrible things.]

I WILL NOT DO: Rape, Incest, Pedophilia, ROMANTIC Minor X Adult in ANY form (OC X Canon, Canon X Canon, Y/N X Canon, Y/N X OC), Suicide, RPF (Real Person Fiction)*

*(Note: The only time I will do RPF is if I have blatant consent from both parties AND if I have plentiful information. If you want to ask for Real Person Fiction, you need to provide both your own consent and the other person’s, along with general information on the both of you. Otherwise, do not bother.)*

What Are The Vines Working On Now?

Erwin Smith (Attack on Titan) X Y/N

~ Mod Sprout uses she/they/it pronouns

~ I write for myself. A lot. Since I don’t get many requests.

I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE ANY REQUEST.

ALSO!!! This is what I’m referring to in both the description and the starting portion of this post!

This is my online persona, Sprout!

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!!! HOLD IT!! WE HAVE ANOTHE RMODERATOR!! @justletmestayawakeatthispoint !!

[riewritten]

so terrified by nothing, @rinamars

"You were quickly growing fond of these mealtimes, a new habit which constituted the perfect moment to unwind and talk about the day you’d just had,"

rie is getting fond of bunny, too! that's why she got her a (messy) sketch!

[daemontargaryenwhore]

[crazycat010]

Scars

PART 2 OF A Levi Ackerman x reader FIC

PART 1 : Jealousy Jealousy

PART 3 : I chose you

I WROTE THE FIC SO THAT YOU COULD CHOOSE THE ENDING: YOU CAN CHOOSE THE BITTERSWEET ENDING OR THE HAPPY ENDING (there is a highlighted mark that says "stop reading for bittersweet ending, keep reading for happy ending")

thank you @laraackerman and all the others for the requests!

Warnings: insecurities, angst, sad, fluff, reader has lost her friends, unrequited love, mention of death and sacrificing yourself for Humanity's sake. Mentions of death, drowning, panic attacks. Talk about crying, blood, physical and psychological wounds.

Reader insert, no reference to reader's body so it can be seen as female, gender neutral and male reader

word count = 7.560 words

Levi stared at you dismissively, as if he was disgusted by your presence, scoffing. With a pile of smoke, the pretty Natasha appeared with her same victorious smirk.

As she emerged from the black smoke, she began kissing almost voraciously her boyfriend. They kept kissing and spitting in each other’s mouths, touching the other wherever their hands could reach and occasionally moaning. You were trying to look away, but your neck was rigid and unmoving, eyes fixed on the scene in front of you. Before they could get to the more intimate part, another pile of smoke covered them. This time, when they emerged, the scene was different: all your friends and your parents sat elegantly on white painted and carved wooden chairs, looking intently at something in front of them. As they caught up on your presence, their heads whipped in your direction at neck-snapping speed, and you suddenly felt self-conscious, making yourself smaller by curving your spine and hugging your torso with your arms. Petra and Hange laughed at you, while your parents shook their heads in defeat, as if they were ashamed of you because they had realized they hadn’t done a good job raising you. A loud fanfare brought their attention back to what looked like a neatly carved and decorated white wooden altar, filled with so many flowers you wouldn’t be surprised if bees started joining the group. Levi stood there, wearing his best smile, along with a tailored black suit that matched perfectly his silky hair, fringe framing beautifully his features. A happy Natasha came up from behind you with Gunther leading her to the altar, she wore a puffy white gown and an embroidered veil hid partially her features.

You knew perfectly what was going on: you’d seen this thousands of times in your dreams, only it was you instead of Natasha and the guests didn’t act so rude towards you. 

Since you were a child, you used to run around saying you’d get married to the perfect man, your father fuming with jealousy though unable to do anything but play along or at least try to change the argument.

Your parents had been together since they were seventeen, so they’d raised the bar pretty high: how would you ever find a man you’d want to live your life with forever? A man that was going to share your dreams, passions, nightmares and mistakes and that would help you get through them and grow stronger.

You’d always thought about this person as Levi, but he surely didn’t. He loved Natasha. You had been too late to tell him your feelings, so it was only fair he got his happy ending, and it hurt you to say you were happy to know he had found the love of his life, even though it wasn’t her.

Just as they were about to kiss, two little kids sprinted through you as if you were made of air, the scene changing again. This time you were in a small cottage, a mouth-watering smell came from the kitchen, there was a thirty year old Levi playing on the floor with a tiny baby, looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Confused, you headed to where the smell came from: Natasha was cooking a hearty meal, her and Levi’s children playing tag in the living room as their exhausted yet happy looking father scolded them and tried to get them to sit down.

Something warm fell on your cheek, and you looked up confused: was it raining inside their house? However, the only thing you could see was a perfectly clean ceiling with absolutely no signs of water leakage. As more liquid fell on your cheek, you went to wipe it off with your hand.

Sniffling quietly, you turned to examine your hand: were you crying? You usually knew when you were, because it came with a sickening feeling in your stomach and your throat closing on itself.

Instead of see-through droplets of tears, your hand was covered in a gooey red liquid.

Shocked, you almost fell on your back, realizing those weren’t tears, that was…blood.

“AAAHHHHH” You yelled, getting up at light-speed, breath coming in short and heart beating faster than your horse’s hooves when she galloped.

Mind filling with questions, you realized it had all been a simple dream and, not so long after, all your memories came back in a split second.

Where was your horse? Where was Lily?

Only then, you noticed a huge creature licking your face: there she was! Your Lily!

You went to scratch the back of her head, but a sharp pain in your shoulder and forearm stopped you in your tracks.

You soon realized your whole body hurt and you couldn’t get up and as you looked around, you realized you couldn’t see from your right eye. With the little strength you had left, you went to open your eye manually, thinking that your eyelids were simply stuck, like they usually were after particularly long naps.

However, as you touched your forehead, pain filled your senses once again.

Your chest tightened, suddenly the oxygen wasn’t enough for you anymore and tears pooled your left eye, all the tell-tale signs of a panic attack. You’d been getting them ever since you’d first faced the Titans and watched in horror as many of your peers were eaten alive by ruthless and filthy beasts. You didn’t have anyone to calm you down, so you panicked furthermore, knowing you were completely alone in an unknown forest in the middle of lands were Titans lived.

How were you going to survive out here, when you couldn’t even deal with your own emotions?

Going to rest once again on your back, you slowed down your ragged breathing. You weren’t fine, not in the slightest. But, if you’d survived a pack of a dozen of Titans all alone, with the only help of your four-legged friend, you could also get through this and survive. It wasn’t about having the perfect life, saving everyone and having a happy ending anymore. Right now, you had to focus on surviving, lasting the night. That wouldn’t be so hard, right?

Ignoring the skull destroying pain, you got up and on your horse. You saw your weapons and cloak scattered across the ground, Levi surely would’ve told you to pick it up. “Never litter” He used to say.

But he wasn’t hear now, was he? No, he’d left you to die as he saved himself and rode off to his stupid happy ever after with an as much stupid Natasha. You hated him, you loathed him. Your friends had left you, accepting your sacrifice without looking back. You would’ve turned back for them, you were sure you would’ve. But no, how do they repay the years of friendship and kindness? They turn their backs on you, following some sick b!tch and leaving you to die like you were nothing but a minor inconvenience to them. But most of all, you hated yourself for sacrificing your future for them, for ever believing they could like you back and accept you as one of their own. Truth is, you were never like them. Only now, you realized that maybe, it was a good thing that you’d gone your separate ways in the end, you were as much glad as them to be apart; as your father would say: “good riddance”.

The newfound anger gave you the strength to get up on your horse, and the thought of your loving family kept you awake, watching out for any Titans or wild animals.

In the meanwhile, Lily brought you deeper in the forest. You didn’t know why she was doing it, but you trusted her. She had kept you alive after you’d killed all the Titans for god knows how long, so you couldn’t do anything but thank her and trust her again.

Relief washed over you as you saw she was leading you to a small river, clear water gurgling loudly like your baby cousin whenever food was around.

Suddenly, you realized how hungry and thirsty you were, so without wasting any time, you ate a few apples from a nearby tree, drank the river’s water and started washing your face.

Scrubbing hard to get the dried blood off, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to clean up yourself a bit. As quickly as your cut and bruised limbs could, you tore off your blood and dirt soaked clothes, opting to clean those as well, or at least, to clean the remnants of your clothes, seeing how much they were also cut and reduced to rags.

The cold current helped you clear your mind, yet all the color was drained from your face as you saw your reflection in the water.

A huge gash ran from your forehead, to your left eye and down to your upper lip. 

What would Levi think…No, you didn’t care about what he thought, that dumbass prick. He didn’t deserve to be in your presence, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.

As you dried off with a piece of your cloak, you put on your drenched clothes and got on Lily once more.

Right after stopping to eat something herself, she led you out of the forest, following the course of the small river through the hills and vast lands. She didn’t gallop, probably because she was also hurt and tired, but you didn’t usher her to a faster pace, enjoying the feeling of the sun drying your clothes and the soft cool wind playing with your hair. You sat in silence, obviously, you didn’t have anyone to talk to, but his time, you also had inner silence, a long lost peace that eased your senses and let a more calm and mindful version of you take over.

The ride was long, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to have a few moments to regain control over your body and think about what you were going to do next.

You knew you couldn’t go back to the Scouts. It would have been self-harm, you’d started to hate those who lived there, getting more and more repelled by them as time passed. You knew what you were going to do: you wanted peace and quiet, and there was only one place where you could feel that: your parents’ bakery. Yes, you would go back to your parents, stay to live with them and work at the shop as you did when you were younger.

The only problem now was, how would you be able to avoid the Scouts, after having been one of them most of your life? They all thought you were dead, so it wouldn’t hurt any of you if they kept thinking that, right? You could pretend to be someone else, change your life and have the happy ending you deserved. Nobody would have to know, except for your parents, of course.

You couldn’t wait to see and hug them again. You would take care of Lily all together in the back of your house, you’d take her on a ride in the early morning and in the late afternoons, feed her and then help your parents bake and sell the goods, you would be normal again.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, you almost didn’t notice the huge walls appearing in the distance: you’d made it! You had defeated a pack of Titans all by yourselves and gotten out of it alive!

Joy filled you as you kept your slow pace, not wanting to tire out Lily too much.

After what felt like hours, you had reached the small entrance that separated the inner lands from the outer ones. It was small enough so that the river could pass through and a big gate blocked the entrance from small animals.

The only problem now was getting inside the Walls. As Sundown approached, painting the sky with magnificent violet and red hues, you got an idea. The gate was strong and thick, even though it was old, so you couldn’t possibly try to break it, but it certainly didn’t go too much deep, and, being old, the river must’ve dug its bed lower, so there was a slim chance you could get in by swimming under it.

You didn’t have any other choice: even if you would’ve wanted the Scouts’ help, you should’ve followed the Walls and keep walking for hours or maybe even days, and you were nor in the right state to do it nor would you risk another encounter with the Titans.

You got off Lily and immersed yourself in the cold water. You couldn’t touch the bottom, so this could mean one out of two things: you were either going to drown, or you would have enough space to swim under the gate and get successfully inside the Walls.

It wasn’t the time to dwell, so, without wasting any time and trying not to think about the first possibility, you took a deep breath and ducked under the water surface.

Immediately, you felt a strong current pushing you in the opposing direction, but with the small strength you had left, you grabbed a rock from the river bed and used it to push yourself towards the gate.

You swiftly took note of how quickly your lungs were running out of oxygen, you had to be fast, otherwise, you would’ve drowned or had to go back to the surface.

Shaking your head as determination flowed in your veins, you kept swimming towards the bottom of the river, until you were able to get a stable grip on the sharp rocks and advance by using them as holds.

Not after long, your head hit a metallic bar. Sh!t, you thought, the gate went far deeper than you’d imagined. As the rough metal cut through your skin like a sharpened knife on butter, you broke the barrier and resurfaced on the other side of the walls.

You were finally safe! You were brought back to reality when you heard a familiar neigh: good god, how were you going to let Lily pass? You hadn’t thought about it before, but you certainly couldn’t leave her outside. Titans may not devour animals, but it would be like losing your best friend, and that had already happened in the past few days, so you couldn’t endure the pain again, this time knowing it was fully your fault.

Nobody was around, but after getting completely out of the freezing waters, you saw a small metal piece, almost like a locket, holding the gate in place from the inside.

Eureka! Ignoring the pain in your scraped back, you reached for the locket and destroyed it with a nearby piece of wood. You then proceeded to open the gate just barely enough so that Lily could pass. Thankfully, your smart and brave horse had realized your intentions and was already in the water, waiting for you to guide her inside the Walls.

After you’d successfully gotten her inside, you closed the gate with a loud clang! And managed to lock them in place with some wood and rocks in the area.

Once you were on solid ground, an almost hysterical laugh broke out, your eyes tearing up from all the pain you’d endured both physically and mentally.

You hugged Lily tightly, as if she would’ve escaped and left you otherwise. Pressing your face in her wet mane, you calmed down and relaxed, preparing yourself for another couple of hours of riding.

Just as you thought you would have to wait another couple of days before getting back to your family, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks: “Y/n, is that you?”

Turning around, you recognized the elder woman standing just feet from you. She wore a long maroon skirt and white long-sleeved shirt, the usual rope tightened around her waist in order to keep the outfit from falling apart. She had the same old black leather boots, stained with so much dirt they almost looked brown, her grey hair was intertwined in two long braids and, atop of her crinkled forehead, rested an embroidered red headband, gift from her spouse, also dirty with flour and all the ingredients you used in a bakery.

Oh, you’d never tell it to her face but how you missed your mother! “Mom?”

“Aw sweetie!” She ran towards you, the sack of dirty clothes long forgotten on the river’s shore, hugging you so tightly you thought she was going to squeeze you to death.

“Goodness have I missed you! The Lord must’ve heard my prayers and sent you back to me! Oh I knew you weren’t dead, you wouldn’t have ever left us without saying goodbye!” She said, breathing in your wonderful smell of sewer and blood.

“Well, I don’t know how much your Lord has to do with my return, though I must say this, I’m glad to be back.” You admitted, reciprocating her hug.

You spent a few seconds in silence, until you remembered you had broken probably a couple of bones all over your torso and had a very pretty gash on your side, right where your mother was hugging you from where blood started spilling like milk from a pregnant cow’s breasts.

“Ahh fudge!” You dropped to your knees in pain, hugging your lower abdomen to try to contain the bleeding.

“Oh my Goodness Y/n! What happened?” Your mother exclaimed, kneeling beside you.

“A pack of Titans and that stupid gate happened.” You hissed, clenching your teeth.

“Wait here, I have some rags with which I can wrap your wounds.” She ran back to the bag of dirty clothes.

“It’s not like I was just about to run away…”

“Here, take this in your mouth or you’ll risk biting your tongue, I’m sorry if it stings a bit.” She  offered you an old sweater, starting to wrap a white sheet over your torso.

You wanted to yell, but with that stupid fabric only muffled strangled sounds came out.

Sting?! Seriously, what injuries was this lady used to? This didn’t sting, it felt like your skin was being ripped from your body and then sewn back together!

Right when she finished, a wave of nausea hit you and you vomited whatever you had left in your stomach into the flowing river.

You were only barely half-conscious as your mother got you back on top of Lily and brought you to your house, where you were fell asleep in a matter of seconds, scratch that, milliseconds.

You woke up to your mom cleaning your face with a wet cloth and whispering sweet nonsense to your not-anymore-sleeping figure. You didn’t get up, but you could see the sun shining through the open window.

“How long have I been out for?” You asked, voice hoarse.

“Since we last met? Half a day. In total? 5 days.” She gave you a cup of water which you took gratefully.

“What?” You spit all the water from the shock. After you’d fought the Titans, you’d been unconscious for four days? You really had to give Lily a sweet treat after all she’d done for you.

Reading your mind with her mother powers, she reassured you: “Don’t worry, Lily’s fine. Your father fed her this morning and I helped clean up her wounds.”

You smirked victoriously, falling back on the bed.

“What? Why are you smiling?” Your mother asked you, sitting beside you on the linen sheets.

“You called my horse by her given name. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say it.” You told her. Your mother had a…rocky relationship with pets, especially horses. She didn’t like them because they were constantly stinky and dirty and made nothing but messes wherever they went in home areas.

“I never hated pets, you know. I just…”

“Couldn’t stand them?” You offered to complete her sentence, receiving a newspaper in the head.

“Ouch, okay sorry. I’ll let you finish.” You said, caressing your head where you felt a couple of stitches that weren’t there before.

“You’re right, but she did save you after all. You might be one of the most skilled, if not the most skilled soldier in the entire country, but I realize you couldn’t have done that without a loyal friend.” She said, earning a confused look from you as you tried to look into the real meaning of what she’d said.

“So I guess you know.” She knew about to the whole Hange and Levi Squad breaking.

“We had a funeral, for you, a couple of days back. They were all invited of course, and they told me what happened.” She explained, but only then did you realize how much your ‘death’ had influenced her. Her eyes held a mix of sadness, grief and another emotion you couldn’t quite put the finger on.

Nonetheless, you hugged her, or at least nuzzled your face into her neck, still unable to properly move your limbs.

“I’m very angry with them, you know. I may not know how you’ve felt, what you still may feel, but I realize they’ve been complete assholes to you, leaving my poor baby without looking back to save themselves. Such selfish pricks! Oh, and how they went against your back! I’m sure that Natasha chick must be a part of this. You need to go tell them they’ve acted like little sh!ts to you and need to earn your forgiveness.” She said, getting angrier with every word she spat. Perhaps you did know, after all, what that other emotion was.

“Hey mom, calm down. I’m here now, so don’t you worry about the what ifs or whatever.” You reassured her, taking a big breath before adding: “Besides, I don’t think I want to go back there. Not…ever.”

You looked down at your wrapped up hands in defeat: what would she think of you? A soldier that quits her job simply because of a minor inconvenience, a small problem that occurred in delicate times?

You didn’t expect, however, the big bear hug she took you in, sniffling quietly and telling you: “You may be confused right now, but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve heard these days, right after your laugh that yesterday led me to finding you. You’ll understand once you’re a mom too.”

You smiled, a few tears running down your scarred face: “Now slow down, who told you I’m ever going to become a mom?”

“Mother instincts.” She laughed off, getting out of your view to let your father hug you.

“Dad!”

“Y/n you’re finally awake. Blimey I’ve missed you.” He responded.

“Yeah, I know. Me too.” You said, getting out of the tight hug to rest.

“You don’t know how much surprised and happy I was when your mother came back from cleaning the clothes at the river yesterday with you on Lily! I thought I was in a dream, but once I saw you, I knew it was true. You’ve been saved by a miracle.” He said.

“And by your extraordinary skills as a warrior.” Your mother added, beaming proudly.

“Yes yes, that too, obviously!” You’d never sen your father this excited but hey, he did just get the news that his lost daughter was alive and well.

“I’m very happy to be finally here with you, mom and dad. Though I need to tell you something.” You started, getting their attention. You then explained how you wanted to stay hidden, let everyone else still think you were dead in order to start a new life. You offered to become their foster kid, an orphan they’d adopted to replace their daughter with because the loss had hit them too hard. You would’ve worn a mask for precaution, but you knew that, with your scars and perhaps a new haircut and different clothing, nobody would recognize you anyway. You would live here, in the house above the bakery and work downstairs in the food-making process, this way, you wouldn’t have to go out too much and risk being recognized by someone.

Your parents, even though reluctantly, swore to be by your side, always, even if it meant keeping you a secret and lying when other people were involved.

Then, they left you to sleep and the sounds of birds chirping and wind blowing through the treetops, while downstairs the bakery was being reopened after days of mourning break, lulled you to a deep and dreamless slumber.

TIME-SKIP

You were kneading the bread dough, putting all your strength in the folds. You didn’t have the same muscles as you did when you were in the Scouts, but you weren’t weak either. The thought reminded of all the time spent training with your old companions, and you felt nostalgic. They may have acted bad to you and you may not have been able to forgive them, but you hadn’t seen them in a year and a half, having to start over your entire life. Even if you would’ve wanted to rejoin the Scouts, due to all your scars and injuries, you couldn’t have. Your injuries were far more than you could count, from the face scar to the gashes on your back and a broken ankle, those had all healed, with the right amount of rest and medicines, but you had also suffered from a few broken ribs, which had probably came in contact and perhaps scratched your lungs, as your mother, an ex-doctor, had told you. You obviously kept your promise of taking Lily out for a ride once or twice a day, but you couldn’t go on runs anymore, and many days you felt kind of…useless. You always reminded yourself you were doing it for your benefit, but many what ifs wandered in your mind whenever you weren’t focusing on a designated task. That’s why you kept working hard everyday, both on the rehab and the new job as a baker, at which you could proudly say to have become great. Sometimes, thinking about your past life, you wondered what was up with your old friends. You’d heard Levi and Natasha had gotten in a bad fight and broken up roughly weeks after your ‘death’. Turns out, the chick only wanted to be with him for the fame and everything, so, when he questioned her about it, she got angry with him, painting herself the victim in the story because ‘her own boyfriend didn’t trust her’. You felt sorry for your old Captain, but nothing else. The love you’d harbored for years had almost vanished, leaving you to ask yourself if it had ever been real.

Almost, because, whenever he came with his Squad to eat at the bakery, you could feel your heart beat faster and your breath come in shorter than usual.

After your death, presumably as a way to cope and remember you, they’d started to go to breakfast every Sunday at your parents’ bakery, eating and chatting loudly in the room next to where you were currently working. Only a small wall wooden door separated you from your past life, yet you’d swore to yourself you’d never cross it, and nor did you intend to. A small part of you wanted to go greet them, tell them you were alive, become friends again and have your old life back. But you refrained from doing so, still hurt from your friends’ words and actions from the days before you’d left. If one person had been able to turn them all against you, it meant they weren’t real friends and, as your mom repeated you almost every night, they didn’t deserve you. You deserved someone that could treat you well, but you could only find your soulmate by going to new places; however, since you weren’t both mentally and physically ready to do so, you’d just have to wait for a bit, be patient a little longer.

You were so lost in your own Wonderland, you didn’t realize your mother was sneaking up on you, offering you a freshly baked small milk loaf. “Eat Y/n, or else you won’t have the strength to properly knead the dough.”

“Are you saying I’m not doing it right?” You asked, mocking an offended expression.

“You know that your clients have almost doubled since I took over the kitchen, right?” You said.

“Yeah, yeah, I know sweetie. You’re the best in anything you like to do.” She kissed the top of your forehead.

You opened your mouth wide, keeping your focus on your current task, your mother taking the hint and shoving the piece of sweet bread in your mouth, leaving the rest for herself.

A loud voice suddenly boomed from the other room, where the clients were dealt with by your kind yet austere mother. “Good morning Miss Y/Ln!”

You recognized it right away: it belonged to your ex-best friend, Hange Zoe. After Levi, she was the one that had taken your death the hardest, probably blaming herself for how she’d acted towards you. As your mother had told you, much like Levi, she had grieved much and mourned your death, closing in on herself from her friends and family and overworking herself. You kind of felt bad for her, but you also knew it wasn’t your fault for having been treated poorly, sacrificed your future to save others and then finally aspired to a better life.

“Hello Hange! Wait a minute my dear, I’ll be there soon!” Your mother yelled, still munching on her breakfast.

“Don’t worry Miss! Me and the guys are going to take our spot at the usual table, you can come whenever you’re ready.” Hange answered with her usual joyfulness. After months of avoiding any kind of interpersonal relationship, she’d finally opened up, starting to spend a lot of time with Levi in order to help each other heal from your passing.

Your mother sent you a sorrowful look, to which you responded with an encouraging nod. After all that time, you didn’t hate your friends anymore, but you surely didn’t want to meet them again and ruin all the progress and hard work you’d done to get used to the new life and feel better.

Without a word, she went to get the newly-arrived clients’ orders, leaving you to punch angrily your dough, a very efficient way to relieve yourself from all the stress and negative feelings.

You were putting some batches of cupcakes in the oven, when you overheard Hange say, from the other room: “Miss, we’d really like to go tell the baker in person how good the breakfast tasted.”

“Now don’t you worry Hange! I’ll tell my husband you’ve appreciated the meal, you don’t have to bother going in yourself.” Your mother tried to stop your friends from entering the room where you were currently working.

It had happened a couple of times before, and usually, Hange left at that point, acknowledging somebody had to work and couldn’t be interrupted by a bunch of clients who simply wanted to compliment him.

You didn’t think much of it, not even bothering to put on your mask for precaution.

However, that morning didn’t exactly go as usual, as Hange kept insisting: “No Miss, I have to insist. Besides, we all really want to know how her father is doing after…you know.”

Your mother chuckled, panicking internally: “Ohh, you kids are so sweet! But, you know, her father isn’t actually in there, he went in town to buy a few bags of flour and sugar. Anyways, it’s been a year and a half, so we’re all better now, thank you for your concern.”

Nonetheless, Gunther also started insisting: “Miss, what are you hiding? You never let us get into that room and, how come there’s noise coming from it if there’s nobody inside?”

Your mother was running out of ideas right now, but you didn’t realize how fragile of a situation this was, all your attention on decorating some pastries that had just finished cooking.

She tried to explain herself: “Oh Gunther, you nosy kid! What could we possibly be hiding? No, there isn’t anybody in there, the noise is coming from the…the oven! There are some cupcakes baking and a batch has already finished cooking, I can go grab some for you if you’d like.”

“Why won’t you let us get inside?” Erd and Petra spoke up.

“There’s just…there’s a lot of chaos and the whole kitchen’s a mess, I’m a bit embarrassed because I haven’t had time to clean in a while.” Your mother felt cold sweat trickling down her temples, putting herself in front of the wooden door to block the entrance.

“We can help you clean!” Oluo proposed, earning a nod of approval from Hange and small glares from the rest of the team.

“No, don’t worry. There’s no need…” Your mother was barely able to finish the sentence as an angry Levi stormed inside the kitchen, wanting to check what was up with this mysterious room.

What he didn’t expect to see, was a familiar head of h/c hair.

Confused, he stepped further in the room, finally getting your attention as you turned to look what was happening.

His silvery gray eyes bored into your soul with a mix of shock, grief, sadness and something else you couldn’t quite recognize.

He looked…different. His formerly neat and combed hair was slightly disheveled, giving him a kind of messy look which didn’t exactly look good on him. His eyes held the biggest eye-bags you’d ever seen, his once perfectly smoothed and clean clothing was a bit wrinkly and dirty and the usual disinterested elegance and perfection of his demeanor was now muffled by a new tired and grieving one. To sum up, he looked the worst you’d ever seen him in your entire life.

However, his voice was the same, that attractively serious and scolding tone you’d learned to both love and hate. 

“Y/n…” He breathed, as if seeing you had taken all the air out of his lungs.

You tried to speak, you really did. But words simply wouldn’t come out of your dry throat. No sounds came out of you as you looked around the room helplessly, in search of something you didn’t even know what it was.

In a swift motion, he reached out to grab your hand, yet you visibly refrained from his touch on instinct. For what felt like hours, you simply stood there, acknowledging the other’s presence, while your friends stood wordlessly by the open door and your mom watched carefully what was happening, making hypothesis on how the scene would evolve.

For the first time ever, Levi was the first one to break the ice: “Why?” His voice was broken and hurtful, as if he’d been the one left to die by his own friends.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you, do I guys?” You said, all the suppressed anger coming out at once, as you recalled the sentence with which everything had started.

“Are you still mad at us for that? It happened like a year and a half ago!” Petra suddenly spoke up.

“You left me to die! I was alone!” You said, wishing to be out of there.

“You chose to sacrifice yourself for us! It’s not like we forced you.” Erd added.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave everybody to die! Besides, you have no right to be mad at me.” You responded. What could they hold against you? That you’d been a wonderful friend? That they’d left you and said they were tired of you yet you saved them nonetheless? That you had wanted a new life for yourself after they’d ruined your first one?

“She’s right.” Hange sighed, not tearing her gaze from you. Knowing you better than anybody else, she had sensed you were hurt and were still angry at them.

“We’ve been sh!itty friends, Y/n. We know it, and, what we’re trying to say is…we’re sorry. We truly are…” She added. 

“Thank you, Hange. But don’t think this changes anything.” You spat, clenching your fists so hard blood started dripping from the sweaty palms of your hands.

She nodded, stepping out of the room. Perhaps, many would have seen it differently, but you appreciated that gesture. She was giving you time and space to recollect yourself, get back to the right state of mind with which you could make reasonable decisions, thinking about the consequences of what you spoke.

The others imitated her, and you felt your heart beat slow down, even if just of a beat.

However, there was one who seemed to have no intention of stepping away and backing down, instead keeping his ground as the brave Captain he’d always been. Nonetheless, in his eyes, stood no courageousness or mock bravery whatsoever. Those small eyes were the reflection of his soul, filled with a sense of abandonment and loneliness and hurt, but also discipline, for he knew it was only him and his actions that had brought him to this.

“You’re angry, as you should be. However, you were the one to tell me that pushing down and hiding your feelings would do nothing but make them bigger. Let it out.”

And so you did.

You yelled, and you yelled and you yelled. Screaming to the whole world how much you’d suffered and went through because of them. You screamed about how you’d come home broken and devastated, unable to even think about going back to the life you once lived. You told them how you’d hated them for their actions and would never be able to forgive them. You told them about how you had started to hate their guts, especially Natasha’s but also your’s. You told them how you’d never been able to see yourself the same, after all the scars you wore both physical and psychological. You yelled until your lungs ran out of air and your throat felt like it was on fire, yet even then you kept talking. Whispering how much you’d grown and gotten better without their help, how it had been difficult to start over but you’d done it nonetheless, for it was what was best for you and they all knew it.

You didn’t know when or how, but as tears started streaming down your face, as your knees became wobbly and unable to support your own weight, he was there. He didn’t say anything, his worried and troubled expression never once leaving his beautiful features, but he was there to wipe your tears, he was there to fall to his knees with you and then pick up up again, he was there to listen at you screaming at him how much of an assh0le he’d been. He was there for you.

Once you’d calmed down, he hugged you, tighter than you’d ever been hugged, tighter than you thought was possible. Without thinking about it twice, you encircled your arms around him, nuzzling your face in his neck and weeping in his shoulder as he did the same with you, finally breaking of his cold and emotionless walls and letting you see for yourself his vulnerable side, the one he’d kept hidden to everyone for all his life since the death of his mother, because that was how he’d learned to go through his problems: shutting up himself in his own barriers and not letting anyone near him.

After a while, you let go of him, and you saw his red and puffy eyes, his cheeks wet from all the tears.

“I’m sorry for having left you, but I don’t regret it.” You said, smoothing out your skirt as you went to get out of the bakery, wanting, no…needing a break from all of it.

“Please Y/n, wait.” You heard him say. That didn’t stop you though, as you grabbed your coat, ready to get out of here and never have to see their faces again.

“Wait Y/n!” He yelled, making you stop, your eyes trained on the ground in front of you as all your former companions and your mother had left a corridor free for you in order to let you get out undisturbed.

“Why should I?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“Because I love you!” He screamed, taking a shaky breath and running a hand through his messy hair.

In an instant, you turned around to face him and grabbed him by the collar with a menacing scowl on your face. “Then prove it! Leave your life, quit your job and come live here with me. You could finally be at peace and have the happy ending you deserve.” 

He stared back at you, eyes wide with horror, observing your every movement as you let go of him and took a step back, waiting for his answer.

“You know I can’t.” He breathed, shoulders slumping with defeat.

“Then don’t expect me to wait for you.” 

STOP HERE FOR BITTER-SWEET ENDING. FOR HAPPY ENDING, KEEP READING

10 years had passed. 10 years since the destroying of Wall Maria and the start of the war against the Titans and then Marley. 10 years since you’d lost your friends. 10 years since you’d risked your life for them. 10 years since you’d had to start over with your life. One year less since your friends and the love of your life had suddenly come back in your life, only to leave you again for something much bigger than any of them could control.

In all that time, you hadn’t heard from Levi. You kept telling yourself you didn’t care, but deep down, your heart always dreamt of his return, somehow knowing he was still alive and that he’d come back to you right after all this war was over with.

And so, more unconsciously than the opposite, you waited patiently for him, waiting and waiting and waiting again, sat at the armchair on your porch every evening through hot and cold, sick and healthy, busy and free, angry and happy.

It was a casual Tuesday evening, the same as many that had passed and many that were to come. As usual, you ate your dinner with your parents, finished cleaning up the bakery, made yourself a cup of tea as he used to do every night, your own way of remembering him, and sat down on your old, rusty and used armchair.

Your gaze drifted with the wind to the horizon. It was a beautiful evening with a beautiful sky, a mix of vivid colors reverberating through the atmosphere as a cool soft breeze eased your senses.

Your thoughts went back to the day you’d found him and lost him again, as they always did, like that memory held some kind of magnetic force of attraction that pulled at your mind continuously. It had been very hard to recover from that day, feeling the wounds in your heart and soul open again with lacerating pain. You knew you couldn’t have closed them or sewed them like you’d done with your physical scars, so you’d learned to live with them, keeping them as a constant reminder of what you’d been through, but also of the possibility of what could happen, the small hope he could come back and you’d finally get to spend the rest of your days with the love of your life.

“Hello.” A voice broke you out of your daydream, and suddenly, you felt at Scouts all over again, when you used to zone out thinking about a certain Levi almost every day.

Confused, you slowly turned to whom had interrupted you.

Finally, your dreams had come true, all your waiting repaid as Levi stood in front of you with the help of a pair of crutches, scarred and changed, yet always the same to you.

You sighed, a loving expression on your face as you arose from your seat.

“I have been waiting for you.”

“I know.” He simply told you, encircling your figure with a bear hug.

“I missed you old man.” You told him, pressing you ear over to his heart, glad to hear his heartbeat. Wow, he was actually there, you thought.

“I know.” He said again.

“Is that all you’ve got to say for the love of your life?” You asked him jokingly. You understood he would have needed help to recover from the war, both from the physical and psychological wounds, and you would help him heal, of course you would. However, nobody knew how much you’d missed him, how much your heart had longed for him, weeping silently when nobody was around and the only one to listen to your prayers was the moon.

“I love you.” He said, hugging you even tighter, to the point you could feel all his bones crashed against you.

“I love you too” You nuzzled further into shoulder, as you both started weeping silently, the air thick with unspoken feelings and emotions.

After a while, you finally broke the hug, saying: “Hey, now we can match!”

He raised his left eyebrow in mild confusion as he followed you to the inside of your house, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“With the scars, duh.”

Hiii! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you've appreciated this post. You're more than welcome to come check out my account with my other posts and/or make requests(MASTERLIST). Do NOT plagiarize this or any of my content.

Love you guys! See you soon!😘

Written by crazycat010 © 2025 crazycat010

[koulakoukoula2003]

ok i don’t know if requests are open but omggg i've been reading your fics about erwin with a pregnant s/o and i was wondering what you think he'd be like if his s/o was expecting twins 👀👀👀

LISTEN AU Erwin would be THRILLED. I think he wants to be a dad and even if you had just one baby it wouldn't take long before he'd give you another, so imagine if he'd find out that you have two????

Let's not talk about canon Erwin lmao if it were canon, you guys wouldn't even be together cuz he doesn't want to bring children in this fucked up world and blah blah blah LET'S FOCUS ON MODERN AU OK?

Just how amazing is it that your body can nurture two at the same time???? He's admiring you, he's worshipping you, he will provide for all your needs before you even get the chance to ask. This man is careful and considerate. He will STUDY you. He'll learn all expressions on your face, all tiny movements, all body language you have to offer, and he'll be able to decipher it all and give you everything you need before you even ask.

You DON'T get to stand off the bed or your favourite armchair or your favourite spot on the couch. Just ask for it, whatever you need, food, sweets, something to entertain yourself with, ANYTHING, and he'll bring it to you. He will even neglect his work and take as many days off as he can when you're at the final month.

At this point, your belly is so big and stuffed and LEMME TELL YOU STH he finds it so absolutely erotic djfbfjfjg NSFW WARNING he'll take you on his lap and stuff his fingers in your puffy cunt and bully all your sensitive spots till you're squirting all over.

You're just so unbelievably sensitive when pregnant, he will exploit it to give you pleasure to the fullest ♥️

Back on the fluffy stuff, he would come and just kneel down and kiss your belly out if nowhere. You two would spend hours and hours trying to decide on names, and not to mention you two, in the tub, him behind you, holding you, grooming you and bathing you and difjfjdjgnfn I'm a touch-starved bitch can't you tell

Basically you've never felt more loved in your life. You're the centre of his attention. You're his everything.

Now, about the time when you go to labour? Poor man's panicking lmaoooo this isn't just one, it's TWO the pain and the stress and the suspense comes in double, he will be grilling your hand, he will be encouraging you, but he's panicking and acting as if he's feeling the pain himself lmaooooo will probably faint

I hc that it would either be a boy (looking exactly like him) and a girl (looking exactly like you), or two twin boys (both looking exactly like him, like imagine bringing two more erwins in this world like you're blessing the world).

And for context, some of you might already know this, but there are cases of twins that don't look the exact same (when two eggs at the same time have been fertilised), and then there's the other type of twins that's most commonly known, where they look they exact same (they share the same genetic material cuz they come from the same zygote that has divided into two, creating two genetically identical human beings).

Anyways, that was all, I'm so sorry it took so long to respond but now that summer break is here, I will respond to all the other wonderful asks y'all have sent me ♥️

[kribuki]

LOOKING FOR ATTACK ON TITAN LITERATE-ADVANCE LITERATE RP PARTNERS [OCs welcomed]

Henlo! I'm Kri, in my early 20s, in the CET (GMT+1) timezone, literate to advance literate, 1500~ keystrokes, 300~ words, third person perspective, past tense, only use Discord and absolutely love to dive in details and characters' psychology. I'm an enthusiastic and hyper writer who might annoy you with headcanons, plot-relatable clips, ideas and memes so I'm not for the weak hearts (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

We might be a good match if:

You're around my age or older (20+ y.o.).

You are not looking for smut-centered roleplays. I'm okay with smut and NSFW, but when it's only that, it gets boring, honestly.

You're active: I'd appreciate if you can at least send a couple replies every week. Of course, I completely understand if you'll be busy, just tell me in advance. I'll do the same.

You're literate to advanced literate, meaning that you can give me a good amount of text like two+ paragraphs. Though, quantity isn't everything. I prefer quality and if you give me details, psychology, description and all the good stuff, we're gonna be besties.

You can write multiple characters and multiple couples: my style of writing evolves around many characters, since it's a nice way to insert drama and chaos. I'd love if we could write more than one couple. It can be considered as doubling, but maybe it's closer to mumu, since I prefer the ships to be written in the same story rather than having a complete different rp.

You like to mix different genres: romance is a must for me; it will always be there either as the main plot or subplot, but I also love to include many other genres, such as action, thriller, psychological, drama, fluff, angst, gore, fantasy, even comedy.

You're okay with mature and dark themes (dead dove: do not eat): I'm not going to write sugar coated stories, I like to write and explore many themes and they include possibly disturbing ones. I don't want to traumatize anyone, so, if you want to write with me, be prepared. I do not have triggers, although my only objections are adult x minor ships and incest. You may talk with me about your triggers and I'll gladly respect them.

You are open to both canonverse and AUs: I personally prefer AUs (alternative universes), since I believe they allow more freedom and creativity. Examples could be medieval, royalty, knights, monsters, ghosts, gangsters, professional hitmen, mafia, car racers.

You'll match my energy and don't mind OOC (out of character) chatting: like I said earlier, I get very excited and will most likely send you random stuff related to the story for fun, and I love it when people can match my energy and spam me with content. It helps me keep my interest up and also gets me emotionally attached to our story. Moreover, I would really appreciate if you could be honest with me. I wish for both of us to enjoy the story we are writing so if you lost interest, if you want to change/drop it, please let me know instead of ghosting me.

Ships I'm interested writing

Only MxF ships. In bold are the characters I'll write. If both are in bold, it means I can write either of them. ♡ = prefered

Ships I'm looking for:

Pieck x Jean Kirstein

Pieck x male Hange/Hanji

♡ Nanaba x Mike/Miche Zacharius

f!OC x Levi Ackerman

f!OC x Jean

♡ f!OC x Mike/Miche Zacharias

♡ f!OC x Furlan Church

Ships I can write:

Erwin Smith x f!OC

Kenny Ackerman x f!OC

Zeke Yeager x Pieck / f!OC

Eren Yeager x Mikasa / f!OC

Reiner x Historia / Annie / f!OC

Bertholdt x Annie / f!OC

Porco Galliard x Pieck / f!OC

Nile Dock x Marie / f!OC

Petra x Oruo

Eld Gin × f!OC

Please keep in mind I do want one of my main characters to be a female. My other characters can be of any gender. I'm open to any ship if you want to write an OC. Those listed are the ones I'm most confident writing, but you can always ask. I'll put the same effort in all the ships and couples, unless we decide otherwise, and I'm not going to cast anyone or any ship aside because I love including many characters and see different dynamics.

Ok, I'll stop here and thank you for reading through this long post! If you're interested feel free to dm me, if you've got any questions I'll gladly enlight you. I look forward to meet you! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[beezlub]

Requests Information; ♡ requests will be done on a first come, first serve basis! ♡ i do have a right to refuse any requests that i personally do not feel comfortable doing ♡ i can write OCs if commissioned, but any requests sent through my inbox will be X Reader to make them more applicable to readers alike

what i write; ♡ X Reader primarily ♡ romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, smut*. basically anything under the sun tbh ♡ *smut is a rare thing i will write for a request. i will write it for characters i know are canonically of-age. i will though, write nsfw headcanons of under 18 characters, but not the actual act itself (if that makes sense) ♡ AUs & canon ♡ M/M, M/F, F/F ♡ feel free to add in any details you'd want!! (ex; hogwarts legacy; fem reader, hufflepuff, song 'yellow' by coldplay, sebastian and reader go on their first date to hogsmeade and they end up dancing in the snow under the fairy lights in the plaza). make it as detailed as you want, or give me free reign lolol

what i will NOT write; ♡ heavy gore ♡ furry related stuff ♡ fandoms i am not currently in ♡ school papers

fandom list; ♡ Hogwarts Legacy - Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, Poppy Sweeting, Anne Sallow, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar, Aesop Sharp ♡ Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Hanji Zoe, Connie Springer, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith ♡ My Hero Academia - Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Hitoshi Shinsho, Ejiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki ♡ Genshin Impact - Albedo, Alhaitham, Beidou, Cyno, Diluc, Zhongli, Jean, Kazuha, Ayaka, Ayato, Kaveh, Keqing, Lisa, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Ei, Childe, Tighnari, Traveler, Xiao, Yae ♡ Honkai Star Rail - Asta, Blade, Bronya, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard, Himeko, Jing Yuan, Kafka, Luka, Luocha, Natasha, Sampo, Seele, Trailblazer, Welt ♡ Stranger Things - Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Johnathan Byers ♡ Haikyuu!! - Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Issei, Iwazumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Satori, Atsumu, Osamu ♡ Baulder's Gate 3 - Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Halsin ♡ Stardew Valley - Abigale, Alex, Elliot, Emily, Haley, Leah, Maru, Penny, Sam, Sebastian, Shane ♡ Yellow shaded fandoms are the ones i'm active the most in at the moment! ♡ Listed are the characters I'd write anytime! If there isn't a character listed that you want, feel free to ask in your request! There is a minimal amount of characters from these fandoms that I won't write for lolol.

thank you for reading all of this! if you wanna request something, please do! i love writing for all of you and including all the little details you guys ask for. if you're interested, just go to my little asks/reqs box and type away to your heart's content!